This next song is rumoured to be directed at Billy Corgan of the Smashing Pumpkins (which I wouldn't doubt because he is a real pompous prick) but who knows for sure. If true then the line "by the way, your poetry sucks" probably is in reference to his poetry book Blinking With Fists. I think you can start to see the diversity in her style by now.

"I Know Where You Sleep"

I knowThe sickening thoughts that slither around your headI knowThe gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bedManipulate me if you canGo on and fool me like your biggest fan

I knowThe arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hearI knowThe bigoted tongue that tears apart all your fearPontificate you faded starGo on and show them who you really are

You can lie to the papersYou can hide from the pressYou can fake it on stageYou can crawl from your cageYou can search and destroyYou can kill but depend on itI know your tainted fleshI know your filthy soulI know each trick you playedWhore you laidDream you stoleI know the bed in the room in the wallIn the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it allI know the secrets that you keepI know where you sleep

I knowThe illness behind the image that you createI knowThe tedious need to turn all your love to hateYou poor pathetic paranoidIs it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?

You can lie to the papersYou can hide from the pressYou can fake it on stageYou can crawl from your cageYou can search and destroyYou can kill but depend on itI know your tainted fleshI know your filthy soulI know each trick you playedWhore you laidDream you stoleI know the bed in the room in the wallIn the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it allI know the secrets that you keepI know where you sleep

(Sleep)(Sleep)(Sleep)

You play the victim very wellYou build your self-indulgent hellYou wanted someone to understand youWell, be careful what you wish for because I doYou've got a fancy turn of pharseYou set your trapYou made your playsYou're so fond of gamesYou must never loseFunny how the only one in your bed is…

You can lie to the papersYou can hide from the pressYou can lie to the papersYou can hide from the pressYou can lie to the papersYou can hide from the pressFakeCrawlSearchKill!

Oh my godOh my godI touched youI can never live it downI can never live it downGod save the queenI loved youI can never live it downI can never live it downOh, ohI fucked youI can never live it downI can never live it downI can ne–ver live it…down

You can lie to the papersYou can hide from the pressYou can fake it on stageYou can crawl from your cageYou can search and destroyYou can kill but depend on itI know your tainted fleshI know your filthy soulI know each trick you playedWhore you laidDream you stole

I know the bed in the room in the wallIn the house where you got what you wanted then ruined itI know the bed in the room in the wallIn the house where you got what you wanted then ruined itI know the bed in the room in the wallIn the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it allI know the secrets that you keepI know where you sleep